Hogwarts Advanced Guide

482 Voldemort's Death

The house-elves aimed at the ankles and calves of the Death Eaters and slashed and stabbed them. Their small faces were full of hatred. The Death Eaters were suddenly overwhelmed by the large number of house-elves and subdued by the spell.

And Hera, too, confronted Voldemort—king against king.

"I killed Potter, and now I'm invincible!" said Voldemort stiffly, his red eyes widening. "No one can stand in the footsteps of Lord Voldemort any longer."

Yes, when Harry stepped forward, it happened to be the time when everything changed. It just happened that few people noticed his life and death, and most of the people who noticed him were also confused by the chaotic situation.

"Tom, you don't really think this is the case, do you?" Hera smiled and said, "If you don't destroy your Horcrux, how can you kill you?"

Voldemort's eyes widened and glowed red, and his mouth hissed, "You mean Potter is one of my Horcruxes, too?"

"That's right," Hera said bluntly, "the Horcrux is gone, it's just you and Longbottom, let's see what else can guarantee your immortality."

"One of us?" Voldemort sneered, his whole body tensed up, his red eyes glaring, his whole figure looked like a snake ready to attack. "You think it's Longbottom, don't you? You think you can defeat the great Voldemort?"

"I think it's inevitable," Hera said, and the two moved sideways, in circles, always keeping the same distance.For the two of them, other than each other, no other face exists. "It is inevitable that your Horcruxes will be destroyed by us one by one. Dumbledore's death is inevitable. Similarly, your decline is also inevitable."

"By chance!" Voldemort yelled, but he still didn't attack. "By chance, luck, and you always hide behind others, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, I opened your tomb, and Grindelwald's body is inside."

"Oh, yes, but I'm victorious, Tom," said Hera, looking him in the eye. "Today you don't try to kill anyone, anyone, ever again, understand?"

"you--"

"What else is there to be arrogant about? Do you think you can defeat me?" Hera quickly gestured a wand flower with the wand in her hand. The white elderberry wand was so dazzling, which made Voldemort even more annoyed.

"Voldemort!" a voice roared.

"Harry Potter?" Hera and Voldemort said in unison, "You're not dead?"

Shouts of astonishment, cheers—"Harry!" "He's still alive!" shouts sounded all around, followed by complete silence.

"Of course I'm not dead!" Harry shouted, and he and Voldemort looked at each other, and at the same time began to face each other in circles, and for a moment, it seemed that Hera was ignored by them.

"Could this be the enemy of fate?" Hera sighed, and then joined the other wizards in the battle. Maybe Harry really had a power that none of them could understand, and this power was protecting him from Voldemort's harm.

Voldemort is easy to deal with. After all, he is only one person. Even if he is the most powerful wizard in the world, it is impossible for him to cast two Killing Curses at the same time. But his followers are different. They will pose a considerable threat to society, and they must be brought to justice.

"Passed out!"

"Tongtong Petrochemical!"

And Voldemort was so shocked when facing Harry who was 'resurrected from the dead' that he didn't cast a spell on Harry for a while. In fact, he couldn't kill Harry at all, because his wand and Harry's wand had the same core, so he couldn't do it at all.

As for switching to someone else's wand. Other people's wands can't hold his overbearing magic power at all, they can't cast spells successfully, and they may even hurt himself.Voldemort could not accept such a thing.

The Elder Wand would have been a good solution, but it remained firmly in Hera's hands.

And Hera, at the moment, was in full swing with the Elder Wand, dealing with three cruel Death Eaters at the same time.They all tried their best, but Hera was evenly matched with them, and even Hera could find time to help other companions, but they could only hold back Hera.

However, this situation made Hera anxious. He was worried that if he was caught, his wand would be knocked into the air, thus giving Voldemort a chance to defeat Harry.

This is absolutely not allowed, Voldemort must never have the Elder Wand.

Once it is owned by him, the result will be disastrous.

But everything happened so suddenly. When Hera was fighting the Death Eaters, Bellatrix rushed up suddenly. She broke through Moody's defense and got close to Hera, even though Hera aimed her wand at her heart——

But her hand was already on Hera's wand, and she laughed, heartily.

But Hera knew what was coming.

"Everything explodes!"

The spell pierced through Bellatrix's palm and hit her chest directly, where the heart was.

Bellatrix's smile froze, and the eyeballs seemed to pop out.In an instant, she knew what had happened, and then she did something that no one expected, she grabbed Hera's wand with such force that Hera couldn't grab her—

Then, she threw the wand in Voldemort's direction.

The surrounding crowd was noisy, but they didn't know the importance of the matter, they only knew that Bellatrix finally died, and died in the hands of Hera.

But Voldemort screamed too, his last and most loyal assistant was knocked down, his anger exploded like a bomb, Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Hera.

"Iron Armor Protection!" Harry roared, and the Iron Armor Curse instantly traversed Hera's body, blocking the attack for Hera.

"I don't want anyone to get involved in our affairs, Voldemort," said Harry loudly, his voice sounding like a trumpet. "It has to be this way, it has to be me."

A hissing sound came from Voldemort's mouth.

"Potter, you seem to have missed one thing. I am the one who has the initiative now." Voldemort threw his right hand vigorously, threw his wand aside, and flipped the old wand from his left hand to his right.

"But I don't think it makes a difference, Tom." Hera still looked at Voldemort with a smile, not even a trace of panic about losing her wand, but this made the others worry too much. They surrounded Hera in the center and constructed a protective circle for Hera.

"Really? The situation is different now." Voldemort said cruelly, "I have the Elder Wand, even though you have obstructed me many times. Now, the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, and the Fate Stick are finally mine! Dumbledore's last calculation will come to nothing, Harry Potter!"

"Yes, that's right," said Hera, in a voice so loud that Voldemort had to turn his head. "You're quite right, but before you do it, I suggest you think about what you've done. Think about it, and try to do some confession, Riddle."

Hera knew in her heart that the Elder Wand would not kill its master. This was engraved on it when the Elder Wand was made—only by defeating his master can one become the new master of the Elder Wand, but Voldemort did not defeat Hera, did he?
It's just that Bellatrix took it by force.

"What does that mean?" Nothing Harry and Hera had said had shocked Voldemort so much, his pupils had narrowed into two narrow slits, and the skin around his eyes had turned white.

"This is your last chance," Hera said, "your only chance. If you try to repent, I will consider leaving you in a grave."

"How dare you—?" said Voldemort again.

"Yes, I dare," Hera said, "because I know how fragile you are, Tom, I do."

"What do you know!" Voldemort's hand holding the Elder Wand was trembling, and Hera took a big step forward, as if to send her own throat to Voldemort's face.

"Of course I know. You're not the master of the Elder Wand at all. You must have heard that from Ollivander, right?"

"You didn't defeat me, it was taken by Bellatrix, and she didn't defeat me, so the power of the wand is still with me."

The blank astonishment on Voldemort's face was fleeting.

"But what does that matter?" he whispered. "Even if you are right, Hera, what does it matter to you and me? You have no wand, and when I kill you—it's only a matter of time—I'll be master of the Elder Wand, and you"

"But you can't, you don't have the chance," Hera said. "I own the Elder Wand, and you've just thrown away the only weapon that could kill me."

After Hera finished speaking, with a sudden force on her feet, Voldemort's yew wand was broken by him. He kept walking forward, just to destroy Voldemort's wand.

"You—this guy!" Voldemort grabbed Hera's neckline angrily, but Hera punched him hard in the heart, and he was out of breath.

"You'd better set your position clearly, Tom." Hera adjusted the cloak and said, "Now, the right to speak is in my hands."

"Give up, everything is meaningless. Although I can't hear your confession, it makes me a little regretful, but I have to admit that you are really not—"

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst out from the magical sky above their heads, and a small half of the dazzling sun appeared on the windowsill closest to them.The sun shone on both of their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks were fiery red.Hera heard Voldemort's high-pitched voice screaming as he stood still, ready for the impending spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

With a bang, like a cannonball exploding, a golden flame shot out in the middle of Hera and Voldemort, and that was where the light shined.Seeing Voldemort's green light flying halfway, Hera folded back on the Elder Wand by herself and bounced on Voldemort's body.

I saw Voldemort staggering back, arms outstretched, and the slender pupils of his red eyes rolled up.Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dead as a mortal, his body limp and convulsing, his pale hands empty, his snake face blank and blank.

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own spell bouncing back.

Hera stood there, her hands empty, looking down at her opponent's shell.

There was a moment of shuddering silence, and the people froze in horror.Immediately, an overwhelming noise erupted around Hera, shouts, cheers, and roars shook the sky.

The bright rays of the rising sun shone through the windows, and the shouting people rushed towards him, Harry, Ron, and Hermione first, and their arms wrapped around him so tightly that their incomprehensible yelling almost deafened his ears.Then came Ginny, Neville, and Luna, and the Weasleys with Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout.

Everyone was yelling, and Hera couldn't make out a word, couldn't tell whose hands were tugging at him, pulling him, desperately trying to hug a part of him.Hundreds of people were pushing forward, all wanting to pet the late Headmaster, Hella Lestrange, who was also Salazar Slytherin.

It was because of him that the nightmare was finally over——

The sun was rising over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall was filled with the light of life.

People express their emotions of mourning and celebration, sorrow and joy, and Hera is an integral part of it.Everyone hoped that Hera would be with them. He was their leader and symbol, their savior and guide. It seemed that no one thought that he did not close his eyes all night, or that he was eager to leave here.

But he had to talk to the families of the victims, hold their hands, see their tears, accept their thanks, hear the news from all directions in the morning: the Imperius Cursed people across the country were gradually returning to normal, Death Eaters had escaped and been captured.Richfa has always done a good job in this regard.

But at the corner of the crowd, a figure quickly disappeared from the auditorium. Hera didn't care too much, and hurriedly followed that person out of the auditorium and out of the castle.

"Severus, what are you going to do?" Hera asked.

Snape turned around slowly, "I've finished my task, Hera, I should go to accompany Lily."

"Maybe you're right, but are you going to just leave Harry like this? I bet he'll miss you." Hera stepped forward to Snape's side, grabbing his right arm to prevent him from chanting suicide.

"Then what is the meaning of my existence?" Snape asked sadly, tears streaming down his face, "I have lived to protect Potter all these years, but he doesn't need me now. No one will threaten his safety anymore. I have finally fulfilled my promise to Lily, and I have made up for the mistakes I made back then."

"Perhaps you're right, but I can't say yes, Severus."

"why?"

"Because Hogwarts needs a potions teacher, and Horace is too old, he's clamoring to retire."

(End of the book)

　July 2021, 7, is Harry Potter's 31st birthday

　　
　
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